Welcome,
Beloved soul,
To this sacred Magdalene journey,
A living remembrance of your ancient strength,
Your sacred light,
And your eternal belonging.
Take a deep breath and allow yourself to step fully into the temple of your own awakening.
You are invited now to step across the threshold of time,
To remember the sacred lineage that lives within your bones,
To awaken the flame that no storm could ever extinguish.
We call now upon the radiant presence of Mary Magdalene,
Priestess of the Rose,
Keeper of the Sacred Fire,
Embodiment of the fierce and tender Divine Feminine.
We call upon the Great Mothers who walked before us,
Whose songs are written in the stars,
Whose prayers are woven into the earth.
We call upon the light within you,
Ancient,
Sovereign,
Unbreakable,
To rise now,
To speak now,
To shine now.
This space is blessed.
This time is sacred.
You are ready.
We begin.
Close your eyes and let your breath deepen,
Like roots sinking into rich,
Dark soil.
With each inhale,
Draw in strength from the earth,
And with each exhale,
Release everything that is heavy,
Everything you no longer need.
Feel your body softening.
Feel the ground below you,
Ancient,
Eternal,
Steady.
You are safe.
You are held.
You are standing on holy ground.
Now imagine a soft,
Golden mist gathering around you.
It brushes your skin like the softest silk,
Warming you,
Calling you inward.
This mist is a doorway.
Step into it.
As you walk forward into the mist,
You feel a hum vibrating through the air,
A low,
Resonant song that seems to call your soul by its truest name.
The mist parts slowly,
And before you,
A vast temple of light reveals itself.
Its walls,
Made not of stone,
But of living memory,
Ancient and eternal.
The ground beneath your feet glows with sacred symbols,
Written in a language older than words,
Etched into the fabric of the earth by the mothers who came before you.
As you step into the temple,
You feel the air thick with power,
As if every breath is an anointing,
Every heartbeat a drumbeat in the great cosmic song.
You are not entering a place.
You are entering a remembering.
At the heart of the temple,
Bathed in golden light,
Stands a woman of impossible beauty and strength.
Her presence is like standing before a waterfall of stars,
Majestic,
Fierce,
Infinitely loving.
She is cloaked in robes,
The color of deep red rose.
Her hair flows like a river of light and shadow intertwined.
She is Mary Magdalene,
And as you stand before her,
You feel a truth rising from the depths of your being,
Not as a thought,
But as a knowing.
She is not separate from you.
She is not above you.
She is within you.
You and she are branches of the same tree,
Drops of water from the same sacred ocean,
Flames from the same eternal fire.
Mary Magdalene smiles,
Not the smile of a stranger,
But the smile of one who has known you across lifetimes.
She steps forward,
And with a reverent hand,
She lifts a chalice,
Overflowing with shimmering light.
This is the water of remembrance,
The sacred essence of the divine feminine that lives in you,
Has always lived in you.
She offers you the chalice.
You take it in both hands,
Feeling its weight,
Its warmth,
Its incredible aliveness,
And you drink.
As the sacred waters touch your lips,
You feel a thousand forgotten memories awaken,
Lifetimes where you walked as priestess,
As healer,
As leader,
As mother,
As fierce beloved of the earth.
The waters flow through your body,
Cleansing,
Blessing,
Igniting.
The false stories of weakness,
Of separation,
Of smallness,
They dissolve like mist before the morning sun.
You remember now,
You remember who you are.
Mary Magdalene reaches for your hands,
And when your fingers touch hers,
You feel a surge of golden fire spiraling between you,
Weaving your hearts together.
Through her touch,
She places a crown of living light upon your head,
A coronation of the sacred feminine within you.
You are not just her student,
You are her continuation.
Her wisdom flows through your veins,
Her strength beats in your heart,
Her voice sings through your own.
And now,
Standing in the heart of your temple,
Crowned in light,
Filled with remembrance,
You step into your place as a carrier of the divine feminine rising.
Mary Magdalene gazes into your eyes,
Seeing not just who you are,
But who you have always been,
And who you are yet to become.
She places her hands over your heart,
And from the folds of her robe,
She draws forth a small alabaster jar,
The sacred anointing oil of the ancient priestesses.
The scent rises,
Wild roses,
Frankincense,
Myrrh,
And the sweet salt of the sea.
It wraps around you,
Tender and fierce.
Mary Magdalene dips her fingers into the oil,
And with infinite reverence,
She touches your forehead.
She speaks,
I anoint your mind,
That you may see the truth beyond illusions,
And remember the wisdom of your soul.
The oil burns cool and bright,
Opening your sight,
Activating the knowing that has slumbered within you.
She touches the center of your chest,
Your heart.
I anoint your heart,
That you may love without fear,
And walk the path of compassion and power.
A radiant warmth floods your chest,
Breaking apart the old walls,
Freeing the river of your sacred love.
And finally,
She anoints the palms of your hands.
I anoint your hands,
That you may create and heal,
Weaving light into the world through every act you choose.
You feel a golden pulse awakening in your hands,
The sacred force of creation itself stirring beneath your skin.
Mary Magdalene places the alabaster jar at your feet,
A final offering of trust,
Reminding you that you are now the vessel.
She cups your face gently in her hands,
And whispers into your spirit,
You are the living Magdalene,
You are the sacred fire reborn.
Walk now in the light of who you truly are.
I awaken the ancient light within,
I remember the sacred lineage of love.
I rise now,
Fully embodied and free.
The earth calls,
And I answer with my soul.
I walk in the name of truth,
I walk in the name of Magdalene.
You feel the anointing rippling through you,
Your body humming with ancient power,
Your spirit glowing like the sun rising over holy mountains.
The golden rivers of strength pour through your veins,
Deeper,
Wider,
Freer than ever before.
Memories awaken,
The time you stood tall against injustice,
The time you spoke truth when it trembled on your tongue,
The time you loved when love seemed impossible.
This is who you are,
You are the sacred flame.
I am the living breath of the divine,
I am the river of love and fire,
I am the voice of the sacred made flesh,
I am the Magdalene rising.
As the golden light blazes within you,
You sense it stretching beyond your body,
Radiating outward like a great beacon.
You are not alone.
All around the world,
Hearts are catching fire,
Ancient souls awakening from long sleep,
Remembering who they are,
Lifting their voices,
Lifting each other.
You feel the web of light weaving through the earth,
A tapestry of strength,
Wisdom,
And sacred love.
Each thread,
A woman,
A man,
A soul,
Carrying the Magdalene flame in their own way.
You feel it.
You are it.
You are part of this rising,
A pulse in the great heartbeat of the world being reborn.
You stand now as a pillar of light,
Grounded to the core of the earth,
Crowned with the stars,
Alive with the breath of the sacred feminine.
Mary Magdalene's voice echoes one final time,
A blessing woven directly into the threads of your spirit.
Walk now as the light that you are.
Speak now as the truth you remember.
Create now as the love that moves through all things.
The earth is ready.
You are ready.
We rise together.
Beloved soul,
The golden threads you have reawakened today will continue to weave themselves through every breath,
Every step,
Every word you carry into the world.
The crown placed upon you is not borrowed.
It is yours.
It has always been yours.
The fire lit within you is eternal.
It will guide you through the shadow,
And through light,
Through silence,
And through song.
You walk now as the Magdalene walks,
With fierce tenderness,
With wild devotion,
With sacred truth blooming from your hands.
We give thanks to the lineage that holds you.
We give thanks to the earth that grounds you.
We give thanks to the stars that remember your name.
May you walk in beauty.
May you speak in truth.
May you love in freedom.
And so it is.
And so it is.
And so it is.
You are loved.
